Voldemort's Whereabouts

Dragon meat is for eating?

In the Britain Wizarding World, where dragon breeding is monopolized by Romania and dragon farming is illegal, dragon meat is considered poisonous.

Or rather, it is actually poisonous, but Romania, in order to maximize the value of the dragon, found a way to cook it to remove the toxicity.

However, since dragon meat is not actually much tastier than other meats, it is little known in other regions, except for Romania, that dragon meat is edible.

Harry was one of those who believed dragon meat was poisonous.

"I think Draco means that the dragon meat is poisonous, and that Arasped might be okay after eating it?" Harry quickly added, seeing that the topic was about to veer off into how to raise a healthy spider.

Hagrid picked up Arasped as if he were a baby.

"Dragon meat isn't actually that toxic. I've even used it to relieve pain before—I've applied it to wounds." Hagrid picked up a piece of the greenish-blue dragon meat and stuffed it into the spider's mouth, where a pair of large, Winky black stingers were inserted.

With a series of cracking sounds, as Arasped tore at the dragon flesh, bright green blood stained Hagrid's thighs.

However, Hagrid was oblivious, or rather, he simply didn't care.

However, it was clear that one person in the room couldn't take it anymore.

"Um, Hagrid, if there's nothing else, we'll be going now," Ron said, looking at the ground as if Hagrid were carrying some kind of monstrous beast.

"Ron, I think you should take this opportunity to overcome this weakness."

"Otherwise, you will lose the eye to see beauty."

"Look how beautiful it is!"

The 'beautiful' Acromantula stretched out its eight strangely long, hairy legs in Hagrid's arms.

"Um—by the way! Hagrid, did you watch the game just now?" Harry quickly changed the subject, while Ron was almost scared to death by Hagrid's cuteness.

"A competition? What kind of competition?"

"I remember now!"

"Quidditch? I don't think we've reached Ravenclaw Team yet." Hagrid scratched the back of his head, looking confused.

"So, you didn't see it?" Draco's face couldn't help but turn sour.

"Is this really Ravenclaw Team game?"

"Have the competition requirements changed?"

"Or did I remember the time wrong?" Hagrid, unaware that Draco had Slytherin Quidditch Team, began to doubt reality.

While Hagrid lacked any self-awareness regarding the dangers of Care of Magical Creatures, Hagrid was well aware of his own fascination with them.

Just like last school year, because of Norberta, he even forgot about his own job.

It's perfectly normal for Arasped to forget the time now.

"Draco has joined the team," Harry added just as things were about to escalate.

"Hey hey hey! I almost thought I'd forgotten the time and gotten it wrong!" Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief, buried his head close to Arasped's head, and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, Draco, you know, there isn't a single kid in the Slytherin Team that I like, except for you."

"Oh right, did Slytherin Team win?" Hagrid made no attempt to hide his feelings, as if he were witnessing a nightmare.

"No—no!" Draco said, enunciating each word clearly.

"Great—well, I mean, terrible. How could Draco's debut end in failure?" Hagrid chuckled.

"He didn't really fail. Draco was the Seeker, and he got the Golden Snitch. Slytherin lost!" Ron interjected.

However, he kept his eyes fixed on the ground.

"That's wonderful!" Hagrid slapped the table.

"Yeah." Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Hagrid, what have Ron's father and the others been up to lately?" Harry asked abruptly, as if asking about the weather.

"Them? Arthur's keeping an eye on Azkaban, working on that new prison; I'm not so sure about Sirius; Lupin's words are about contacting the wolf cubs—because Fenrir Greyback's dead. Wait, Merlin's beard!"

"These are things you shouldn't know!" Hagrid exclaimed in shock.

"Hagrid, you don't know, but all of this is because of Harry!" Ron then began to vividly recount Harry's dream.

"The You-Know-Who has come back to life? Is that how Fenrir Greyback died? The You-Know-Who is gone again! Who is that mysterious wizard? Antonin Dolohov is the next target. It's all because of those the Quibbler reports—the one from Lovegood?" Hagrid exclaimed in surprise.

What's wrong with this world? Voldemort is doing good deeds now?

First, there was Fenrir Greyback, the fugitive the Ministry of Magic had been unable to catch, and next was a veteran Death Eaters should have been reduced to ashes long ago.

"So— Arthur ordered the construction of the new prison to guard against the You-Know-Who? And Sirius said to lay more in Yorkshire — Rampaging Gorgon! Did I say something I shouldn't have!" Hagrid immediately covered his mouth and stood up.

The Arasped on his body fell to the ground, and he angrily closed his large black stinger.

"Yorkshire?"

"Laying out?"

"The Daily Prophet!" Harry and Draco said together.

Ron, who was standing to the side, wanted to say something, but the sudden appearance of Arasped in his field of vision rendered Ron temporarily speechless.

"Maybe, but I'm just guessing," Hagrid said irritably, realizing he couldn't hide it any longer.

"So, Professor Dumbledore and the others already know where that church is?" Harry excitedly spun around in circles.

So, during this time, Professor Dumbledore and his companions were setting traps to capture Voldemort.

Maybe Voldemort will be caught by next Saturday.

"Harry, what are you?" Draco was completely bewildered.

"Don't you understand? What does this mean?" Harry turned to Draco in surprise, but before Draco could answer, he continued, "It means Voldemort is trapped!"

"Dumbledore and his crew must have been preparing to capture him all this time!" Harry said.

However, Draco did not show the smile Harry had imagined; instead, he frowned.

"Harry —I think that's unlikely."

"The news that Sirius wrote in the Daily Prophet was that the Elder Wand, the one my father had, is now in Dumbledore's hands."

"If Dumbledore and his men really wanted to capture Voldemort, they wouldn't have leaked this information—it's more likely they were setting up a magical trap in my house."

"Actually, I feel—I've always felt this way—that last school year in the restricted area on the fourth floor, Dumbledore didn't not want to catch Voldemort, but he simply couldn't."

"I've always felt that Dumbledore might have deliberately wanted Voldemort to be resurrected, perhaps so that he could be truly killed once he had a physical form," Draco analyzed.